Dontcha just love when you wake up on time, your hair cooperates and while celebrating and dancing around the kitchen while drinking OJ in a white shirt, you manage not to spill all over yourself?
Ahhh… me too!
Speaking of dancing around the kitchen, I've been trying to familiarize myself with old music. I have a hard time stomaching most of what is on the radio these days, so I've turned back to the late 60s/early 70s for some seriously quality tune-age. Naturally, my first inclination was to start jamming to The Beatles. I own "Across the Universe" on DVD and have the soundtrack, so I pretty much figured that I had a solid background in Beatlemania. I've also been to Abbey Road. I've walked across it a solid 4 times!
However, I soon discovered that I really know nothing about The Beatles. Off the top of my head, I can usually only name 3 of them (I always forget about George… which is crazy, because I've got some of his solo albums). I only learned about a week ago that John Lennon had been assassinated (I knew that he was dead… so I get a few points for that, right?). I was kind of under the impression that most Beatles songs were about holding hands and blackbirds mending broken wings, and becoming a walrus while potentially flying in the sky… with diamonds… but I picked up the White Album and suddenly realized that there is so much more to these crazy bugs (I can call them that, right?).
I also discovered that I actually grew up jamming to this album, as I thought my drive to work was my first time listening to it, but soon realized that I was singing along to "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" and "Piggies."
Need to up my game!